One spark seemed so hard to observe, especially given how whenever I was with Ellie, there were 'fireworks.'

If she became the ruler I used to measure everyone I met, then I'd be screwed.

Thankfully, she dropped the subject without further inquest and started telling me about her day. We just spent hours talking on the phone, about anything and everything. I wished I knew how talking to me made her feel. I hoped it made her even a quarter as happy as talking to her made me feel.

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"I hate my job," I complained as I approached Ellie. "I'm so sorry I'm late." I sat down...